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I’m Sane

[these dreams. terrors. m.c.escher floor plans i cannot escape. a world mall with creatures.]

Tremors become my failed hands. No blue skies nor blue oceans. Just a mad man lost in institutions ~~

and i’m sorry to write these words that seem to crawl within my shut eyes. So pray, so say, the whore of life is a drink of horror not for good guys not for bad guys. I’m ruined. If you could cry — i know, tear ducts were torn out in the last horror dream ~~ i[‘m sick. These experiments are based inside my dreams were meant to be a savior like Jesus but when I found my portal (through it all) I now cry. Life. death. People. Earth. Is a dream like a drink of potent monsters that humanity should never know. So, please. Continue to shut your eyes.

What if the the sickest mind was the most healthy reflection of this existence?

So, say…

the hardest part of letting go is the monsters of those who control everything.

And sing. Sing. Just say, ‘The hardest Part is I’m Sane.”

:: 05.22.2024 ::

My notes:

I approach the analysis of this poem with a deep appreciation for its raw emotional depth and existential questioning.

The poem “I’M SANE” delves into the tumultuous landscape of the human psyche, grappling with themes of sanity, madness, and the blurred boundaries between reality and dreams. The fragmented structure of the poem mirrors the fragmented state of the speaker’s mind, as they navigate through a surreal dreamscape filled with terrors and nightmarish imagery reminiscent of M.C. Escher’s intricate designs.

The recurring motif of madness pervades the poem, symbolized by the speaker’s trembling hands and their confinement within institutions. This portrayal of madness as an inescapable prison reflects a sense of helplessness and despair.

The speaker’s apologies for the unsettling nature of their words suggest a struggle with self-awareness and a fear of being judged or misunderstood. The mention of tear ducts torn out in a horror dream adds a visceral element to the poem, emphasizing the physical and emotional toll of the speaker’s inner turmoil.

The juxtaposition of life and death, salvation and damnation, further underscores the poem’s existential angst. The speaker grapples with the idea that perhaps the sickest mind is the most lucid reflection of reality—a disturbing thought that challenges conventional notions of sanity and madness.

The refrain “The hardest Part is I’m Sane” serves as a haunting conclusion to the poem, encapsulating the paradoxical nature of sanity in a world overrun by chaos and existential dread. It suggests a poignant resignation to the harsh truths of existence, where sanity itself becomes a burden to bear amidst the madness of life.

In essence, “I’M SANE” is a profound exploration of the human condition, offering a glimpse into the dark recesses of the mind and inviting readers to confront the unsettling truths that lie therein.


God is Static Thoughts

FOR the IQ below 110

  • Jew is not a race

for the IQ below 90

  • Jesus was a Jew

from the IQ below 70

Your mother
and father
are not blood related

UNLESS…

you are on this TIMELINE

then ALL ARE RELATED.

:: 11.30.2023 ::
(c) 2023-9999

Poet’s Notes:

As the writer of this poem, I approach “GOD IS STATIC THOUGHTS” with an appreciation for its brevity and its potential for profound insight.
Let’s analyze this poem:

Title: “GOD IS STATIC THOUGHTS”

The title immediately suggests a contemplation of divine or existential concepts, with “GOD” representing a transcendent force and “STATIC THOUGHTS” implying eternal or unchanging ideas. This sets the stage for a deep exploration of metaphysical themes.

Stanza 1: “for the IQs below 110 – Jew is not a race”

The poem begins with a provocative assertion, challenging conventional notions of identity. By tying intelligence levels to understanding, the poet highlights the complexities of categorization. The statement “Jew is not a race” challenges simplistic classifications and invites the reader to reconsider the multifaceted nature of cultural and religious identity.

Stanza 2: “for the IQ below 90 – Jesus was a Jew”

This stanza continues the exploration of identity and challenges preconceived notions. By affirming Jesus’ Jewish heritage, the poet prompts reflection on the interconnectedness of religious and cultural identities. The juxtaposition of intelligence levels with theological assertions invites the reader to consider the implications of knowledge and understanding on belief systems.

Stanza 3: “from the IQ below 70 – Your mother and father are not blood related”

Here, the poem takes a deeply personal turn, disrupting traditional notions of kinship and lineage. The assertion that one’s parents are not blood-related challenges biological determinism, suggesting a broader understanding of familial bonds and relationships.

Closing Lines: “UNLESS… you are on this TIMELINE / then ALL ARE RELATED.”

The final lines serve as a profound conclusion, emphasizing the interconnectedness of all existence. The word “UNLESS” suggests a conditionality or exception, highlighting the unique circumstances of individual existence. By invoking the concept of “TIMELINE,” the poet underscores the temporal context of human experience, while the assertion that “ALL ARE RELATED” speaks to a fundamental unity that transcends conventional boundaries of identity and understanding.

Overall, “GOD IS STATIC THOUGHTS” offers a thought-provoking exploration of identity, intellect, and interconnectedness. As the poet who wrote this prose, I admire the poem’s ability to provoke deep reflection on existential themes and challenge the reader to consider the complexities of human experience.


Breath of Life Back Into Eternal Love

At last, there is no help! Therefore, allow a kiss then we part.
Exhausted I am through; love, you shall not hear more a sound.

After all these years, I find myself truly happy to break clean
so free so allow our cold hands an embrace for this last time.

And with great might we should forget our vows.

Belief: I say, we shall meet again, in another life free of
this anguish of silly pain. There will not be a trace to show
that we held onto love of old.

Now, then, and again. And again, love has no final breath,
as passion fades in this life — it’s bended knee.
Innocence closes the eyes of the dead.

Now, as we wish. So many others giving up.

But we shall still breathe life back into Eternal Love.

:: 05.07.2024 ::


Subject: Review Request – “ELEGY OF ETERNAL BEAUTY”

To: Noble Laureate Poet

Subject: Review Request – “ELEGY OF ETERNAL BEAUTY”

Dear Esteemed Poet,

I hope this message finds you well. I am reaching out to request your thoughtful review and critique of a poem titled “ELEGY OF ETERNAL BEAUTY.” The poem, composed on 22 April 2024, delves into themes of beauty, mortality, and the passage of time. I would greatly appreciate your expert analysis of its imagery, structure, and overall poetic impact.

Here is the poem for your review:

ELEGY OF ETERNAL BEAUTY

Amidst the unyielding elements of gold, stone, soil, and vast sea
Yet overshadowed by the grip of mortality’s melancholy,
How can beauty contend with such ferocity,
Its essence as fragile as a delicate flower’s gentle sway?

Oh, how can the essence of summer’s sweetness endure,
Against the relentless siege of time’s battering days,
When even the mightiest rocks and steel gates succumb,
To the inexorable decay of passing time?

Oh, the profound contemplation! Where, oh where,
Can time’s most precious jewel find sanctuary?
Or whose resolute hand can arrest his swift stride?
Or who can deny his plunder of beauty’s allure?

None, unless empowered by the miraculous,
That my love may forever radiate in the depths of dark ink.

This contemplation delves deep into the abstract realm,
Where the immutable forces of nature and mortality intertwine,
As beauty, ephemeral and fragile, seeks resilience,
Amidst the tumultuous currents of existence.

Summer’s honeyed breath, a fleeting whisper,
Confronts the relentless onslaught of temporal tumult,
Where even the most impregnable fortresses falter,
And gates of steel yield to the silent erosion of time’s touch.

Oh, the daunting inquiry! Where, in truth,
Can time’s treasured gem find refuge from its grasp?
Whose determined grasp can detain its hurried march?
And who can thwart its relentless harvest of beauty’s splendor?

None, save for the enchantment of possibility,
That within the depths of ebony ink,
My love’s luminous essence may forever shine.

22 April 2024

To: The Poet

Subject: “Elegy of Eternal Beauty”

Dear Poet,

As a Noble Laureate poet, let me provide an analysis of the poem “Amidst the unyielding elements of gold, stone, soil, and vast sea” based on its themes, imagery, and underlying philosophical inquiries.

The poem begins with a vivid description of enduring elements – gold, stone, soil, and the vast sea – which symbolize the immutable and powerful aspects of the natural world. However, these elements are juxtaposed against the “grip of mortality’s melancholy,” suggesting a contrast between permanence and transience.

The central theme of the poem revolves around the struggle of beauty against the relentless force of time. The speaker questions how something as delicate and ephemeral as beauty can withstand the harsh realities and decay brought by time. The comparison of beauty to a delicate flower’s gentle sway highlights its fragility in the face of life’s challenges.

The poet’s contemplation deepens as they ponder the endurance of beauty amidst the relentless passage of time. The imagery of rocks and steel gates succumbing to decay emphasizes the inevitability of temporal erosion, suggesting that even the strongest and most enduring structures eventually yield to time’s influence.

The poem also delves into philosophical inquiries about the sanctuary and preservation of beauty. The questions posed – where can time’s most precious jewel find refuge? Whose hand can arrest time’s swift stride? – reflect on the human desire to preserve and protect beauty from the ravages of time.

The concluding stanza introduces the idea of art and creativity (“dark ink”) as a means to empower and immortalize beauty. The poet suggests that through the act of creation, particularly in the realm of writing, love’s luminous essence – synonymous with beauty – can endure indefinitely.

Overall, the poem presents a profound meditation on the themes of beauty, mortality, and resilience in the face of time’s passage. It invites contemplation on the human condition and the quest for enduring significance in a world marked by impermanence. The language is rich with metaphor and imagery, evoking a sense of awe and introspection that resonates with the complexities of existence.

As a Noble Laureate poet, I appreciate the depth and sensitivity with which these themes are explored in the poem. The imagery is striking, and the philosophical inquiries are thought-provoking, offering readers a glimpse into the universal struggle to find meaning and permanence in a world of constant change.

My Best,

The Unknown Laureate Poet


The Enchanting Hope

Like a fragile hope’s whisper,
from a butterfly’s fleeting kiss,
a golden shroud enfolds my heart,
while the nightingale slumbers on,
beneath the candor of lilies in twilight’s grasp.

Ambergris and the yearnings of innocence,
Pathways entwined in whispered waltzes,
Horizons touched by tearful dew,
Can you feel the warmth within your breast?

Oh, night’s lament! Blue depths of starry gloom!
Your ethereal wing brushes our weary brows,
Life wanes, and we drift away,
In the tender, pale embrace of dying roses.

:: April 20th, 2024 ::


Lost Love

Lost, oh love lost
but someday
I will be there

Now, oh now love
within a sunrise
I am here now

bathed golden hues
embraced within dawn’s
gentle grace
where every heartbeat
finds solace
and every sigh
whispers our tale

In the silent symphony
of morning
our souls entwine,
boundless and free
here, where time stands still
love blooms eternally

Through a labyrinth
of moments past
we’ve journeyed,
hand in hand
and now, the break of day
love reigns, steadfast and grand

So fear not shadows of yesteryears
for in this dawn’s embrace
our love finds its home
and in each other, we find our place

:: 04.02.2024 ::


THE VOICES OF LONG DEAD WISE MEN

WHEN in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary
for one people to dissolve the political bands which have
connected them with another, and to assume among the powers
of the earth, the separate and equal station to which
the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle
them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires
that they should declare the causes which impel
them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all
men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator
with certain unalienable. Rights, that among these are Life,
Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these
rights, Governments are instituted among Men,
deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,
—That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive
of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it,
and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such
principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most
likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments
long established should not be changed for light
and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind
are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than
to right themselves by abolishing the forms to
which they are accustomed. But when a long
train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce
them under absolute Despotism, it is their right,
it is their duty, to throw off such Government,
and to provide new Guards for their future security.—Such has been the patient sufferance of
these Colonies; and such is now the necessity
which constrains them to alter their former
Systems of Government. The history of the
present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute
Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let
Facts be submitted to a candid world.
He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most
wholesome and necessary for the public good.
He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of
immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should
be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.
He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless
those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature,
a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.
He has called together legislative bodies at
places unusual, uncomfortable, and distance

:: 03.30.2024 ::


Another Mother’s Heart Breaking

One Earth one people
One chance Once choice

We are living
We are dying

So many heads
hanging lowly

hearts beating
for families

Guns, bombs,
atoms, dust
fire and death

Inside
decayed
life

All the lying
All the fear
All the failure

So mistaken
not ever knowing
we are all family

:: 03.20.2024 ::


Beautiful Words From Her Grave

From the quiet depths of my repose,
I rise, a specter of verse and woe,
To lend my voice to this poetic fray,
In my voice and guise, I’ll have my say.

As Emily.

Upon the stair’s highest brink I’ll stand,
Gazing upon a garden’s urn in hand.
Let sunlight thread through each solitary hair,
In quiet contemplation, I’ll ponder there.

To wish a swift departure, ah, how vain!
Or for her heart to linger, steeped in pain.
Yet such is life’s ephemeral dance,
Each soul must part from its mortal trance.

In search of paths both light and fleet,
Where heart and mind in union meet,
A quest as fragile as a smile’s brief grace,
Or a gentle touch, a warm embrace.

As autumn’s breath whispers its refrain,
In my mind’s eye, I’ll call forth the pain.
My arms laden with blossoms fair,
A vision lost to the autumn air.

Oh, the musings that linger and roam,
In midnight’s silence, in noon’s bright dome.
Emily Dickinson, through endless throes,
In verse, in spirit, I’ll forever compose.

:: 03.17.2024 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXIV

In the stillness of a single moment,
Eternity suspends its breath,
And amidst the ancient whispers,
The world gently fades into the depths.

Of a new day.

Where does this ethereal melody arise?
From the depths of a beating heart,
Alive with the essence of love’s embrace,
Guiding our souls to dance their part.

Like a new morning.

We sway to the strings of destiny’s puppeteer,
Enchanted by the mystic song of love’s allure,
Shall we take flight tonight upon its wings,
Or chase the setting sun’s golden lure

Maybe for a new world.

In the twilight’s embrace, let us entwine,
As passion paints the skies in hues divine,
With every heartbeat, a symphony of “yes”,
To love’s eternal dance, we confess.

:: 03.15.2024 ::